Snippet #2675839

Arman rubbed his head where the small dice had fallen from the sky. He wondered at the poetic irony of both waking up hanging pretty much entirely over the edge of the little bit of plastic only for it to wind up coming straight back at him on the attack. Feeling for the throbbing point of pain he checked to make sure we wasn't bleeding. Luckily no such thing had occurred. With a groan he sat up and looked around, the ground seemed pretty normal this time around and the sky didn't look as much as if it were planning to steal something from him this time around. Still, could he really trust it when it had dropped him onto the small island chain... Or had it shrunken him down enough to fit... Or did the islands themselves grow? It was certainly a quandary.

He supposed it didn't really matter which one it was, after all no point crying over spilled milk right? Still, the bit about the ground not turning him into an Arman-pancake was rather nice. He pressed a palm against the ground and pushed, it didn't budge this time. Applying more pressure he only managed to end up digging his hand into the dirt, without it bouncing back into form. Maybe it was a one time offer from the ground to him? Or perhaps this strange place didn't really follow any strict rules and did whatever it wanted?

Well whichever case it was he wanted to have some memento of the event, perhaps he could show his brother if he was somewhere around here. And who couldn't find a use for a dice anyway? He got up onto his knees and began to crawl backwards and forwards looking for the dice wherever it was hiding. The little white thing was trying to smuggle itself underneath a small rock, where it had landed like a meteorite after rather rudely bouncing off his own head first. He digged the dice out and held it up to the light to get a better look at it. Whipping off the little bit of dirt that was still clumped to the sides, it seemed to be a totally plain and normal dice. He couldn't help but appreciate that fact about it, it almost reminded him of his own non-descriptiveness, a trait often ascribed to him which he wasn't exactly going to complain about. He found comfort in being so perfectly average that it almost made him stand out.

"Hello?" Called out a voice behind him, making him jump and spin around, still on his knees. He clutched his chest over his heart and breathed out a sigh from between tight lips when he saw the voice originated from a girl who didn't look like she was much older than himself. He took a deep breath get his air back and to try to settle his heartbeat back down to normal before pocketing the dice and getting himself back up to his feet.

"Jeez, you made me jump a little there." He called back cheerfully. "I uh... I didn't really expect anyone else to be around here. Well, I probably should have, but I did just fall out of the sky... I think... Or the ground grew big enough for me to land on it." He waved a hand as if to clear the air. "Eeeh, it was all pretty weird. Sorry I'm rambling a bit aren't I? I'm Arman, by the way, Arman Felch. What about you?" He smiled at the girl, not for a moment thinking that anything peculiar could happen any more now that he was on solid ground with another person around.